Thursday, December 02, 2004
I am a HATEFUL BIIAATTCHH
Yes, I am. See, I yelled at my husband tonight. I don't do that very often at all. It is very rare that we have an argument much less me having to break out the can of whoopass on him. (no, i do not watch WWF or whatever the fuck it is called now) Let me explain why I had this psycho moment.See I usually leave work around 4:30 to go and get McKenna from preschool. Well we have a 1 hour commute to and from her school and my job soooo I usually don't even make it home until around 5:30 or 5:45. So, everyday I come home and my husband who is usually home by 4:30 is sitting on the couch, Ashtin (my step daughter) is sitting at the computer & Spencer (stepson) is sitting in the chair reading a magazine. This is a normal everyday scence but today for some reason I had a problem with it. PROBABLY because when I get here the sink is full of dishes that have leftovers of some disgusting shit that they cooked 2 hours earlier and it is all over my sink, my counters and the microwave looks as if you stuck a cat it in and cooked it for about 10 minutes. Their are shoes laying all over the kitchen floor (put them on the DAMN RUG people), the bed is still not made, my step son has chosen to take all of the laundry that isn't his out of the drying and throw it abruptly on top of the dryer and leave there to wrinkle so he can pull a WARM equals CLEAN and so on and so forth...So usually the deal is my husband is SUPPOSE to start dinner around 5:30 so we can all sit down and eat together which we do almost everynight. However, the last 2 weeks we have had no dinner cooked. I HATE to cook people, didn't I mention that before? So the deal is he cooks and I feed the baby and do everything else, dishes blah blah blah blah. BUT when he doesn't hold up his end of the deal I still get stuck with cooking WHICH I HATE. So, I am trying to cook and get dinner done before he has to leave to go to a stupid fucking boy scout meeting that I hate for him to have to go to..No, no that is not true. I just hate watching all the hellions by myself. So, as I am standing at the stove trying to do dishes and cook and sweep and deal with a screaming 15 month old I get a sudden RAGE build inside of me and say
I am about TIRED of being everyones damn slave around here. At this point my husband jumps off the couch and comes in and tries to tell me to go sit down and relax and he would take care of it. I said at this point that I didn't need him to take care of everything, just put the dishes in the dishwasher. He then proceeds to walk away not to ignore my wishes but to grab one of his kids to do it for him. WHICH PISSES me off even more. I don't make my husband lift a FINGER around here for anything except cooking. He has his kids do everything else (all his chores he has rationed out between them see) So at this point I ask him why and the hell he can't seem to put a few dishes in the dishwasher and tell him that he doesn't need to go get a kid to do it for him..In other words. GET THE FUCK OUT of my way and I will do it MY MOTHERFUCKING SELF, MOTHERFUCKER. So, at this point..he is really freaked out and tries to get me to calm down and doesn't loose his cool on my bitchy psycho self. I did tell the step children after he left that some shit was fixna start changing round here and when I ask them to do something they better not say shit. JUST DO IT.
5 minutes later all was calm and fine. Weird huh? I said my peace, he took his ass chewing like a real man. Thank you for not arguing with me and pissing me off even more. Gosh I love this man.
